December 2010
That awkward moment
when you realize that your parents didn’t actually die in a car crash, but were actually killed by a homicidal wizard named Voldemort.
Story of my life. lulz
Okay, so you're 10 years old, you have a laptop, iPod, Facebook and a Blackberry... Dude when I was 10 I had pokémon cards.
-Troof.
Parents need to stop. Give the kid a string and a tuna sandwich. Let ‘em fend for themselves. Survival of the fittest.
WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?
Awe, my own planet? That’s no fun. :P
Well, if anywhere, of course I would say the UK. The music scene, the complete and emergence of all the culture there - it would be a definite culture shock, but I would love to either way.
Everything has a reference to the culture, it’s just so awesome. :)
ANNOYANCE.
BAH HUMBUUUUUUUUUG.
To top off my horrific Christmas, my Pandora station refuses to play a single Jose Gonzalez song. Right now, I wish Pandora was a person, so I can stab it with a needle filled with Mercury into it’s Medulla Oblongata.
NOT EVEN A FLIPPIN’ BON IVER SONG!!! THE STATION IS A BON IVER STATION.
As soon as I post this, watch a Bon Iver song come on. >:P
>.<
WHAT THE POOP.
Nothing - that’s right - NOTHING. I can’t even wrap my arms around it, it’s impenetrable! For the UMPTEENTH time I flippin’ try to understand anything…ANY-DAMN-THING, and nothing.
WHAT THE POOP.
What is my life trying to tell me? Every single flipping day, there is some new DRAMATIC turn of events. Really? Why can’t I have a normal week? A normal MONTH is like asking a mute to read you the Bible with accents and a different voice for each person.
WHAT THE POOP.
No one believes me. I don’t want to be like ANNNY of them. They SWEAR that I’m a type of sponge that is just taking in both of them, whichever one I hang out with the most is the one I’m going to be most like. So I’m either going to be crazy, or a BITCH. If I do what I want to do, I’m the crazy one. If I try to stand up for what I believe in, I’m the bitchy one.
WHAT THE POOP.
AND then I’M the one with the hormonal problems!? OHHMIIIJEEZ. The Bitch can’t even look at the same object twice without a change of mood! She has no REASON behind any of her emotions. NONE WHATSOEVER. Nothing I can comprehend. I try to decipher her wiggling brain, as it stretches into formulating words and movements, and nothing comes up. I am mostly a pretty open-minded person; up to just about anything and pretty gowiththeflow. But I just can’t anymore.
WHAT THE POOP.
I’m giving up on all of it. She gave up on me, won’t even look at me anymore. It hurts more than anyone actually really knows. What’s left of my family is in the bays of Styx River - waiting to be lead by Charon to the Hades of Dysfunction. I’m on the boat, and they all just push me over. That’s all I think of. No use. Not at all. And she helped, but I don’t think so..notanymore.
